A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Zhang Huai shouldered his bag, picked up the black iron rod, and walked in the direction the big man pointed.

Although he no longer needs this iron rod, it was his first weapon and he has some attachment to it, so he naturally won't throw it away easily.

Now that he has mastered the art of light footwork, and with the added strength of his powerful legs, his light footwork is extremely fast. He can cover a mere ten miles in less than half an incense stick's time.

As soon as they got closer, they could hear the sounds of weapons and billiard balls clashing from the dense forest in the distance.

Zhang Huai lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto a large tree, looking down from above.

Several burly men were seen viciously attacking a woman in white. Just as the burly man had described, the woman was pretty with delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, but she had a slight limp in her left leg.

Her features bore a striking resemblance to those of Little Dragon Girl, especially when she was angry; she possessed eight-tenths of Little Dragon Girl's charm. Let alone others, even Yang Guo himself would likely be slightly taken aback.

One of the江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) men shouted angrily:

"Witch! My brothers and I merely glanced at you, and you dare to kill us?"

The woman retaliated just as fiercely:

"Who gave you permission to look at me like that? You deserve to die for looking at me!"

How can you be so unreasonable?

The man was furious with her; this woman was truly unreasonable.

"Brother, don't waste your breath on this lame woman. She's clearly insane! There are seven of us brothers, are we afraid of just one?"

The woman in white was stung by the word "lame," and instantly seemed to be greatly stimulated, lunging at the man as if her life depended on it.

"He's a complete madman!"

But just as the man said, in a one-on-one situation, she could easily take down either of them. But now, facing an attack from seven men, she was struggling to defend herself and had almost been seriously injured several times.

Zhang Huai watched quietly from the tree, already certain of the white-clad woman's identity.

It was Lu Wushuang!

But why is she here?

According to the original trajectory, she should have been hunted down by Li Mochou long ago and met Yang Guo.

However, because of his appearance, Yang Guo did not descend the mountain.

Zhang Huai recalled his encounter with Li Mochou a few days ago, and suddenly understood.

It seems that it was my appearance that led Lu Wushuang to this place.

It truly is a wonderful coincidence.

This time, however, she didn't meet Yang Guo, but instead met herself.

However, he is not Yang Guo, and he will not rush to save her just because she looks somewhat similar to Xiaolongnu.

But that doesn't mean he won't take action. He just feels that with her arrogant and shrewish nature, it wouldn't be a bad thing if her arrogance were properly tempered.

Waiting until the most crucial moment to make a move might yield unexpected results.

So Zhang Huai decided to stay in the tree and observe for a while longer.

Lu Wushuang swung his silver arc blade faster and faster, his blue and white clothes were already soaked with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, making him look extremely disheveled.

Her left leg was already weak, and after a long battle, her legs and feet went numb. Every time she moved or dodged, her wounds throbbed with pain. Seven martial arts heroes took turns attacking her, their swords, spears, and halberds aimed at her vital points, showing no regard for chivalry or honor.

The burly man who had previously insulted her for being lame wielded a broadsword with great force, targeting her weak left leg and launching a fierce attack on her lower body. Lu Wushuang was forced to retreat repeatedly, her left foot slightly sinking, causing her movement to slow down by a fraction.

"Witch, your weakness has been revealed!"

Another man seized the opportunity to thrust his spear straight at her shoulder, the tip flashing with a cold light. Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth and parried with her sword. A crisp clang rang out, making her wrist go numb, and her silver arc sword almost flew out of her hand.

"You little bitch, let's see where you run now!"

The group pressed their advantage, surrounding her in a flash of swords. Lu Wushuang had no choice but to unleash the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, thrusting out in a single move. Zhang Huai, watching from the treetop, saw everything clearly and silently commented on the situation.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wushuang had actually managed to steal a few moves of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique from Li Mochou. However, compared to Xiaolongnu's skill, the two were worlds apart.

The Ancient Tomb Sect has long been secluded from the world, and Li Mochou often uses a whisk to perform the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, so ordinary people in the martial arts world simply cannot recognize the origin of this sword technique. Therefore, although the Jade Maiden Sword Technique is a top-notch martial arts skill, not many people know about it.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang used a simple move, which was just a few moves over and over again. However, relying on the strange sword path and agile movement, he managed to salvage some of the situation.

However, she could only force them back temporarily. Once they became familiar with her moves, they immediately closed in again. The three of them wielded their blades and attacked simultaneously, tightly binding her.

The more Lu Wushuang was hit, the more confused she became. Her usual fierce and arrogance had long since faded, leaving only a stubborn determination to keep going.

She shouted angrily:

"What kind of skill is it to outnumber the weak? If you're so capable, let's fight one-on-one, and I'll cut you down!"

"What's the point of rules and methods when dealing with a vixen like you?" the leader sneered.

"Today, my seven brothers and I will rid the martial world of this scourge!"

A horizontal slash aimed straight at her waist and abdomen. Lu Wushuang hurriedly twisted her waist to dodge, but her left leg buckled, and her movement was a fraction too slow. The blade grazed her side, tearing a long gash in her white clothes, and blood immediately seeped from her skin.

"Um--"

She let out a soft groan of pain, her face instantly turning deathly pale, and her swordsmanship became chaotic.

Taking advantage of the moment, someone kicked her in the back. Lu Wushuang staggered forward a few steps, barely managing to steady herself by leaning on her sword. She felt her chest heaving, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, the seven men intensified their attack, pressing forward relentlessly and aiming for fatal blows. Lu Wushuang was struggling to defend himself, and his left arm was accidentally slashed open by the sword tip.

She was filled with panic and anger, but there was nothing she could do to change the situation.

She had barely escaped the clutches of the wicked Li Mochou, and now, because of a moment of impulsiveness, she was about to lose her life. She hadn't even had a chance to avenge her parents; how could she accept this?

In the storybooks she listened to as a child, whenever a princess was in trouble, a peerless hero would always descend from the sky and save her.

But at this moment, she was all alone.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, her eyes already brimming with tears, but she stubbornly held them back. The knife in her hand, however, was growing heavier and heavier, and she was about to lose her grip.

Zhang Huai saw everything clearly from the tree. In fact, Lu Wushuang had several opportunities to escape during the fight, but she was too stubborn and refused to back down, stubbornly holding on to the end.

He sighed softly to himself.

Zhang Huaixin picked a leaf from a tree branch beside him.

It's time to act. If we wait any longer, this girl might really die on the spot.

He circulated his inner energy, concentrating his power at his fingertips, and flicked the leaf lightly. The leaf, enveloped in a sharp gust of wind, shot towards the weapons in the men's hands.